Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

Shi Ran let out a deep sigh of relief, her tone suddenly becoming calm.

He knew that what he was about to say might lead to two extremes.

If you completely enrage Wen Yiheng, he will go berserk and forcibly mark you.

Or... Wen Yiheng would hate himself from then on, wishing that Shi Ran had never existed in his life.

Shi Ran had no choice. He stared intently at the person before him and said, "Wen Yiheng, I can be marked by anyone, but only if..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yiheng's expression changed.

He instinctively reached out to cover Shi Ran's mouth, but it was too late; Shi Ran had already spoken.

"The premise is that the other person is a normal person."

Wen Yiheng froze on the spot, his voice trembling as if he were pleading, completely devoid of his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

"Stop talking... darling, let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"

Seeing his reaction, Shi Ran clenched her fists, forcing herself to continue, "Why won't you let me speak? Is it because I hit the nail on the head?"

If Wen Yiheng listened carefully, he would notice that Shi Ran's voice was also trembling.

"Wen Yiheng, even if I die here today, I don't want to be marked by you, you madwoman, pervert, murderer, because just thinking about you makes me feel fucking disgusted!!"

Wen Yiheng stood there, stunned, her face pale.

"What did you say?"

"I said, running away from you was the best decision I ever made, and I've never regretted it, especially now. I'm even more convinced that I was right, because from childhood to adulthood, you've always been a selfish, ruthless madman!"

Wen Yiheng kept shaking her head, trembling as she tried to reach out and touch Shi Ran's face, but Shi Ran dodged her with a look of disgust on his face.

Wen Yiheng muttered to herself, somewhat lost in thought, "Goodness, you must be in heat and that's why you're not thinking straight... It's okay, come on, I'll make you feel better, okay?"

Shi Ran seized the opportunity, snatched the phone from his hand, and quickly edited a message on the screen.

He didn't know whether Gu Chen or Lu Lin would arrive first, so he simply sent a message to the group.

Help me! Come to my house quickly!

He was already in heat, and he only regained consciousness because he had taken an overdose of inhibitors.

He could feel his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and if he continued to be at odds with Wen Yiheng, he might just fall into a coma.

What will Wen Yiheng do to him then?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Wen Yiheng on the other side finally raised her eyes and looked at Shi Ran.

His little darling huddled in the corner, looking at him with eyes that seemed to regard him as a monster.

He was familiar with that look; when he was fourteen, he was suspected of killing his father, and that's how people looked at him.

He was used to their cold stares and gossip, but goodness...

How could you think of me like that?

"I don't believe it." Wen Yiheng questioned the person in front of her incredulously, "Then tell me! Why did you get together with me in the first place?! Why did you give me those wrong impressions?!"

Wen Yiheng practically roared out the last sentence, and the pent-up pain finally erupted at that moment.

Shi Ran was startled and flinched slightly, but she still forced herself to meet Wen Yiheng's gaze.

"Because you're Professor Wen! Because your research project is the best stepping stone in the whole university. It's because of you that I was able to get the recommendation letter and that scholarship! Are you satisfied with this answer?!"

"Impossible!" Wen Yiheng's breath hitched. "Then what happened next? What happened after graduation?! We were together for so long... Goodness, how could you have never loved me at all?"

"That's because you're a madman and won't let me go! You've kept me tied to your side like a psychopath. Do you think I did it willingly?"

"Pervert...madman..."

Wen Yiheng murmured and repeated those two words. It turned out that the encounter he cherished as a treasure, the feelings he carefully protected, the bond he thought was unique...

From the very beginning, it was a meticulously planned exploitation.

All his love and sincerity were seen by the other party as nothing more than a ladder to self-interest and a suffocating shackle.

It's... utterly ridiculous.

Wen Yiheng slowly turned her face away, something deep in her eyes shattered completely, then solidified again in an even more distorted way.

He didn't fly into a rage, nor did he become hysterical; he simply walked stiffly, step by step, into the living room.

He picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and when he turned to Shi Ran again, his face miraculously regained its usual gentle and refined demeanor, even a tender smile.

It was as if the loss of control, questioning, and heartbreak just now were all an illusion.

"You don't need to worry."

His voice was calm and gentle, just like when he usually told his patients, "I didn't mark you. In two hours, your heat will subside on its own, sweetie."

The way he called out "good boy" was still natural and affectionate, but it sent a chill down Shi Ran's spine.

Wen Yiheng sighed very softly.

The sigh was as fleeting as the cold wind slipping away outside the window.

It's okay if you don't love me.

Your love has never been a prerequisite for me to love you.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at Shi Ran's pale, tear-stained face out of the corner of his eye.

I will always love you.

He paused, then said, "In my own way, I will love you until the day you are completely mine."

It's not "the day you fall in love with me".

It means "the day I love you until you completely belong to me."

This seemingly casual remark was more despairing than any threat.

He will not let go, never.

"Take good care of yourself.."

He paused for half a second, his gaze behind his glasses unfathomable.

"Take good care of your mother as well."

Shi Ran suddenly looked up at him, and he almost doubted that he had misheard.

"What...what did you say?!"

He struggled to get up from the ground, wanting to rush over and question Wen Yiheng about how he knew about his mother, but he really had no strength left.

His limbs felt as limp as cotton, and all he could do was stare wide-eyed at the figure at the door in vain.

Wen Yiheng did not answer.

He didn't even look back; he simply closed the door gently.

"Click".

The sound of the lock clicking shut was especially clear in the quiet room.

The apartment fell silent again, with only Shi Ran's heavy, chaotic breathing remaining.

He knew that he had now completely enraged Wen Yiheng.